Vigilance, Sweetheart
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I was lying down on the wet ground of a dark and dirty alley with a knife wound to my chest. I was beaten and by a bloody Nazi soldier too, I could see his grey form walk away, thinking I was dead, boy will he be surprised when he finds out. You can't just kill me, I'm too stubborn for that, no because when I find him, I will kill him. My name is Beatrice Phillips, also known as Vigilance and I'm a British spy.
(second version, the old one was taken down, this is the rewrite)
(Cover was found online, I don't know the artist but credit to them)
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